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Charlies Angels Part 1
"Hello, Angels", Charlie's voice said cheerliy from the speakerphone.
"I'd like you to meet Becky Thompson. She's the General Manager of
Chatworth Hotel in Boston. She needs our help, Angels. Please tell
them what your problem is, Becky."
Becky was an attractive woman in her late forties. She looked around
at the famouse trio known as Charlie's Angels. "Yes, Becky", the blonde
named Kris said, smiling, "tell us what we can do for you." Sabrina
piped up, "Hey, didn't you have a couple of murders there about a month
ago? Two female guests? I think I read about that in the paper."
Becky smiled. "Yes, that was the Chatworth. The police are still in-
vestigating, of course. But our reservations are really down, and
thats why I need your help. If you three can work concurrently with
the police, maybe we can get the killer or killers faster."
Bosley gently prodded Becky, "Why don't you tell them of the specifics
of the cases. The part that wasn't in the papers." That got the Angels
attention. Kris, Sabrina, and Kelly were listening intently.
Becky sighed. "Well, as you may know, we had these two murders, about
a week apart. Both guests were women, young women. They were found
dead in their rooms. But it is the circumstances that make this whole
affair more dreadful. And if they ever got out.." Her voice trailed.
Kelly patted Becky reassuringly on the knee. "It's okay, Becky", she
said reassuringly, "what happened?"
Becky continued, "The coroner said that both women died of heart attacks,
which should seem normal. But they had no prior heart problems; in fact
their hearts were otherwise healthy. We probably wouldn't have any sus-
picion of foul play except for the fact that both were barefoot when they
died, and both had a pink feather laid across their toes when they were
found."
Sabrina picked up on it first, "Don't tell me they were tickled to death!
That is hard to believe."
Becky nodded. "The coroner's office did a complete evidence shakedown,
and here's what they found." She pulled a piece of paper from her purse
and read from it: "There was evidence of some kind of restraint, appears
to be scarves, used on the victims wrists, knees, and ankles. The victims
were not sexually abused in any way. The tickling sessions must have been
long; both victims were drenched in sweat...."
Kris interrupted, "They were tied down and tickled to death?" Kris shuttered
What kind of guy would do this?"
Becky put the paper down. "That's the strange part. There were traces of
red nail polish found on both the victim's soles and between their toes..."
She let the insinuation hang out there.
"My God!", Kris exclaimed, "a woman? Can that be?"
Charlie's voice continued, "It appears so, Kris. We need to find this woman
and stop her before she strikes again. I'll let Bosley fill you in on the
details. Goodbye, Angels." Charlie hung up.
Bosley started, "Okay, girls, here's the plan. We know there is a tickling
underground in Boston. One of you must infiltrate this underground and
go under deep cover. Another must get a job at the Chatworth, it may
be a disgruntled employee. Another must be a guest, who will be 'bait',
so to speak. Whomever is the guest needs to be extra careful, as well as
not ticklish, hopefully."
"That excludes me", Kelly interjected. "My feet are really sensitive.
Kris or Sabrina?"
Kris shook her head, "Sorry, I'd be climbing the walls. Bri?" Sabrina
shuddered, "Believe me, I am by far the most ticklish.. You don't want
me."
Everyone was quiet. Bosley started, "Well, SOMEONE has to..." Becky int-
errupted, "Bosley, I have an idea. Does your watch have a second hand?"
Bosley nodded. "Okay, here's what we can do.", Becky reasoned.
Becky continued, "Since I'm impartial, I'll tickle each of you in turn.
I'll try to tickle each of you the same way, and I have long fingernails
like our suspect does. Whomever can last the longest shall be the guest.
I guess each of you should take turns and lay on this couch, with your
feet resting on the arm. That sound okay?"
Kelly started to protest, "I'd go crazy!" Sabrina said to her flatly,
"Kelly, its better to find that out now, when you CAN pull your feet
away. Okay, lets do it. I'll go first." Sabrina kicked off her es-
padrilles, aand lay on the couch, feet on the armrest. Becky pulled
a stool from the bar, and set it at Sabrina's feet. Sabrina's feet
were narrow, lithe, and deeply tanned with veins snaking across the
tops. Her soles were snow-white. "Okay, Bosley, ready with your watch?"
she said. Bosley nodded. Kris and Kelly exchanged nervous glances.
Sabrina closed her eyes.
Becky said, "Go, Bosley!" She immediately and slowly drew a long nail
down Sabrina's right arch, from toes to heel. Sabrina gasped and her
toes twitched. She repeated the same on Sabrina's left foot, getting
much the same response. Leaning forward, she gently tickled under her
toes and the balls of both feet. Sabrina was losing control, "Aaahhhh,
aaaaahhh!". Becky then drew all ten nails down Bri's arches, and then
came back up to her toes with a wavy motion. After three of these,
Sabrina was shaking, fists clenched, jaw set. The room was dead quiet,
save the scratching sounds. Sabrina took five more, and screamed,
yanking her feet away.
"Holy cow!", Sabrina said, rubbing her bare soles on the carpet. "Where
did you learn how to do that? How long did I last, Boz?"
Becky answered her, smiling "I have five brothers and sisters.. Bosley
was that about fifteen seconds?"
Bosley looked at his watch. "Seventeen. You would be in real trouble,
Bri, if you got caught by the tickler. Who's next?"
Kris and Kelly glanced at each other. "I guess I am..", Kelly said, adding
"Kris, you need to be barefoot. No nylons." Kelly had platforms on.
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